31 March 2025 (Monday)
I read Joan Westenberg's "The Ordinary Sacred" with gusto. It hit hard, all the way through.
the minute your real life starts feeling like a draft folder for future posts, something is broken
Yeesh, right? Anyway, the stuff I write in this particular box never gets sent anywhere other than to the blog. No cross-posts, no feeds. You either come here and read it, or it doesn't exist. This is the part I'm starting to enjoy the most.
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Why sharpen my saw if I never cut anything?
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We’ve turned living into editing. When every meal is a performance, every outfit a brand decision, every hobby a pitch, there’s no space left for boredom. Or rest. Or actual pleasure. We scroll through each other’s highlight reels while quietly assembling our own, haunted by the suspicion that everyone else is doing it better—and forgetting to live in any of it.